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Bellion landed back in front of Arthur, his wings flared wide, not just spreading they were extending, their edges stretching farther than they physically should have been able to. Divine markings along his feathers ignited.
Arthur watched with him.
He felt it, that shift. The way Bellion's energy changed,
"So you were hiding even more strength," Arthur muttered under his breath.
Bellion's voice came like an echo carried on wind.
"I owe you everything honest, Monarch of Shadows."
Then he vanished.
Not a blur.
Not a teleport.
He simply removed the distance.
The instant Bellion reappeared, his fist was already at Arthur's face.
Arthur tilted his head half an inch.
The punch grazed his cheek instead of pulverizing it.
The air detonated behind him.
Arthur stepped forward mid-dodge and drove his shadow-clad fist toward Bellion's ribs.
Bellion crossed his forearm.
Impact.
The shockwave ripped across the branch, tearing a trench through ancient bark and sending a storm of glowing leaves spiraling into the endless sky.
Arthur pursued.
He didn't give him time to breathe, a second punch then a pivot. Then a knee to Bellion's chest.
A shadow-constructed heel dropping from above.
Bellion blocked two, deflected one, twisted around the fourth and retaliated with a backhand slice from his morphing blade as it snapped into its whip-form mid-swing.
Arthur's enhanced vision flared.
Time stretched.
He saw the trajectory before it finished forming.
He stepped into it instead of away.
Ruler's Authority pulled.
The whip veered half an inch. Just enough.
It nicked his shoulder instead of cleaving his neck.
Arthur's violet eyes sharpened.
'Good.'
He grabbed the hardened section of the blade mid-whip, shadows wrapping around his hand like a lock.
Bellion's wings snapped open.
He yanked back.
Arthur flew with him.
Not dragged, launched, but he rotated in the air, using the momentum, his other gauntlet forming a jagged spear of shadow that shot forward.
Bellion twisted sideways.
The spear ripped through his side.
Blood spilled not liquid but burning light scattering across the bark in drifting embers.
Arthur watched… And frowned.
The wound stitched itself back together. Slowly but it did.
"…Regeneration," he murmured.
Bellion surged forward.
This time, faster.
Arthur's vision sharpened even more, shadows bleeding into his perception, every muscle, feather, shift of weight of Bellion becoming visible like glowing threads of intent.
Arthur wasn't just reacting now.
He was reading him.
Right shoulder leads. Left wing compensating. Center of gravity raised.
He stepped in before Bellion finished the motion.
A left hook to the sternum.
Bellion gasped in pain and in surprise.
Arthur didn't waste it.
He raised his palm.
Ruler's Authority flared.
The air around Bellion compressed like invisible walls gravity folding for just a fraction of a second.
Arthur used that fraction.
He drove both gauntlets into Bellion's torso.
Once.
Twice.
A third time, sending him skidding back across the branch like a comet.
Bellion planted a heel, sparks of light roaring around his feet as he stopped himself then lunged again.
Their collisions became constant.
Relentless.
Each impact shattered pieces of bark the size of mountains.
This part of the world tree was a battleground now.
Arthur struck high.
Bellion ducked, responding with a brutal upward knee that cracked Arthur's jaw.
Arthur's head snapped sideways and instead of stepping back, he rotated with the momentum, rolling low, driving his heel into Bellion's knee joint.
Crack.
Bellion staggered.
Arthur caught his shoulder and launched him straight up.
He rose after him at super speed.
In mid-air, Arthur forged a web of violet black constructs chains, spikes, weightless shards and hurled them all at once.
Bellion tore through half.
Deflected three.
Let one spear pierce his thigh.
He didn't slow.
That's when Arthur realized.
"…He's not just healing."
He saw it clearly now.
Every wound.
Every impact.
That slow regeneration wasn't a weakness.
It was a record.
His body was learning but not exactly adapting the way Doom or H'El does.
Bellion was feeling the pain of Arthur's attacks.
Arthur felt something tighten in his chest.
Respect.
'Bellion is a very experienced fighter… but that's not surprising'
Thousands of movements laid over thousands of years.
Ashborn's shadow.
His blade.
His general.
Arthur ducked another slash and countered, grabbing Bellion by the back of the neck.
Their foreheads almost touched.
Bellion's glowing eyes met his.
Arthur's violet burned harder.
'He's been fighting since… I don't know how long..'
A brutal headbutt cracked against Bellion's helm.
He didn't even flinch.
Instead, he smiled faintly.
And drove his knee into Arthur's ribs.
Arthur grunted, skidding back.
Breath steady.
Blood trailing from his lips.
He wiped it away with his thumb.
"…Damn," he muttered, eyes locked on Bellion.
"Now I get why you were his first soldier ever."
Bellion straightened, wings expanding again.
The tree trembled.
The sky darkened.
"And now," Bellion answered, rolling his shoulders back, light cracking through his armor,
"This is all the strength I have."
Arthur's aura surged.
Shadows howled around him.
He smiled.
"I'm honored."
Bellion was on him in a heartbeat, blade carving a silver arc toward his throat. Arthur slipped aside like smoke, the edge grazing nothing but air. Another strike came, then another, and another Bellion's sword moving so fast it became a streak of light, a storm of slashes meant to overwhelm Arthur.
Arthur only smiled. A quiet, wrong amusement, like he was watching a game he already knew the ending to.
Bellion's jaw tightened. He pivoted, wings flaring to stabilize his momentum, and his strikes intensified. Horizontal cleave. Reverse cut. Thrust aimed straight for the heart. Each one cleaner, faster, more desperate.
Arthur flowed around them.
He bent backward, torso folding at an impossible angle to let a blade pass a hair above his face. He stepped inside another strike and let it skim across his dark cloak. He twisted mid-air, his boots brushing Bellion's shoulder as he passed by him like a shadow tearing loose from a body.
"You're dodging quite well," Bellion said through clenched teeth, spinning with another overhead strike.
"That's usually how you avoid getting hit," Arthur replied, lightly.
The ground shattered beneath their feet with every near-contact. Bellion's breathing grew heavier from exhaustion and from pressure, from the simple fact that Arthur wasn't breaking.
"Enough of this."
Bellion's wings snapped out fully, light flaring along the feathers as celestial energy surged through them.
Arthur tilted his head.
"And there it is."
Bellion vanished.
He reappeared behind Arthur, blade already descending.
Arthur's shadow stirred.
The violet energy around him deepened, his ring flared. Shadows tore up from the ground, forming jagged constructs that wrapped around Bellion's arms and torso mid-swing, locking him in place just long enough
Arthur moved with Speed Step closing the distance.
Twinblades flashed into his hands,
"Now it's my turn."
He struck.
The first blow landed across Bellion's chest, carving through armor with a screech of tortured metal.
Then another.
Then a dozen more.
Arthur became a blur of violet and silver, his twinblades moving in intersecting arcs, every strike layered with shadow energy that exploded on contact. Bellion tried to wrench free, wings beating violently, light cracking around him
Arthur tightened his fist.
The shadow constructs kept getting stronger the moment they were about to break.
Bellion snarled.
Arthur's eyes brightened.
[Sword Rush] [Sword Rush] [Sword Rush.]
Arthur vanished from sight and reappeared in flashes left, right, above his blades occurring faster than thought. Each impact rippled violet through Bellion's body, tearing into muscle, armor, will.
Bellion roared, pure defiance. His wings tore partially free and he forced himself upward, drag heavy but determined, light blazing from his back as he rose toward the sky.
Arthur watched him go.
For a second.
Then he stepped forward and disappeared again.
Speed Step cracked the air like thunder.
Bellion felt it before he saw it a pressure behind him, a chill crawling along his spine.
Arthur was already there.
Mid-air, behind him.
Eyes burning.
Shadow construct blades raised.
Bellion turned, trying to defend, trying to angle his wings
Too slow.
Arthur crossed his blades in a precise, merciless X.
One clean motion.
Violet energy screamed through the cut.
Both of Bellion's right wings came off in a violent spray of light and feathers, severed so cleanly there wasn't even a moment of resistance just separation.
Bellion cried out, not from pain, but from shock.
His balance broke.
He spiraled.
He hit the ground hard enough to crater it.
Dust and World Tree debris swallowed him for a moment.
When it cleared, he was on one knee, one hand braced against the ground, wings trembling, light flickering, breath tearing in and out of his chest.
Footsteps crunched toward him.
Slowly.
Arthur stopped at his side.
A shadowed blade rested against Bellion's neck not even pressing, just there, close enough that one thought could end it.
Arthur didn't look angry.
He looked… at ease.
The violet in his eyes pulsed softly.
"It's over," he said, voice low and level.
Bellion's jaw flexed. His chest heaved. His gaze shifted up, meeting Arthur's.
There was fire there still, there was pride and there was pain.
But above it all… there was understanding.
Slowly, he let his blade fall from his hand.
His remaining wings sagged.
He gave the smallest nod.
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